Chapter 1175: Nuwa Temple

Chapter 1175: Nuwa Temple

Earthly energy rose from the soil of Chaos City on the second day and formed a white mist.

Cultivators woke up early to absorb this dense energy, channeling it into their dantian. This applied to the members in the training ground as well, practicing their sword mantras.

Swords flew above; some were ridden by rather young girls.

“Feng Feiyun, I have a matter I wish to discuss with you, alone.” Xuanyuan Yiyi walked out of the mist.

A sweet fragrance accompanied her snow-white frame. Her black hair was tied up by a dragonfly hairpin. Her voice was as pleasant as the chirping of an oriole.

She didn’t look weak like last night but rather - an unyielding lotus surviving on a lake’s surface.

A blue veil covered her face that could drive men crazy. In reality, this was a futile endeavor for her beauty couldn’t be hidden by a thin piece of cloth.

Feiyun didn’t find this surprising because she needed this for traveling. Otherwise, she would cause a bigger commotion wherever she went.

He didn’t know that she put it on today because she had been troubled over the events last night.

As the saintess of Aquamoon, she was perfection incarnate - unable to show weakness in front of anyone.

Last night was when she put down her guard for the first time and cried before someone. Thus, she had to wear a veil today to hide her embarrassment. Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.

He, on the other hand, didn’t think much of last night. The two of them walked into an alchemy garden.

“Don’t tell anyone about what happened last night.” She stopped and said.

He thought that she would be talking to him about Dongfang Jingyue, not about last night.

“What do you mean, Your Highness?” He said.

She had her back to him as she bit her lower lip and said: “I didn’t cry and you didn’t wipe my tears.”

“Oh? Isn’t it normal for a girl to cry? Even someone as powerful as Lotus Saint cried. In my opinion, immortals in the legends cry as well.” Feiyun said.

“I said it didn’t happen. If you insist on bringing this up, we can’t be friends anymore.” She argued.

“Fine, I won’t bring it up, but I do have something else to talk to you about...”

“Don’t bring that up either, just keep it to yourself. And we’ve found your fateful one, she is in Nuwa Temple.” Yiyi said.

The nun’s eyes rolled suspiciously as she answered: “Who are you, why are you looking for Sister Jingyue?”

Feiyun was happy to hear this. At the same time, he wondered why Jingyue was here. Did she want to become a nun?

“I am a good friend of hers, please let her know that I wish to talk to her by the platform.” Feiyun said.

“I will go ask her.” The nun appreciated Feiyun’s politeness and rode the spirit beast. It flew directly up to the peak.

“Do we need to go through all of this? Just kidnap Miss Dongfang instead of wasting time here.” The dragon said.

“Do you want to be suppressed by those runes?” The turtle said angrily.

“Cultivation and techniques are suppressed here, it’s best to follow the rules.” Feiyun said and waited patiently at the platform - a flat field at the ridge of the peak.

He told the rest to wait at the base, not wanting them to bother him.

Although this field was positioned by the ridge, people felt as if they could touch the sky while standing there.

Rumor has it that this was where Grand Saint Nuwa flew to the sky to mend the heavenly dao with her body.

Of course, this was a legend of the human race. Demons had temples dedicated to her and different legends.

Feiyun could see that this place was special. It seemed to be the center of worldly laws. Qi images from the past appeared occasionally.

“Whoosh!” A dao strand entered his inner core and created a maelstrom within.

He opened his fiery eyes and could see a supreme figure floating in the air. She had a human body and a snake tail - beautiful yet dignified.

Just the image alone contained an incredible amount of grand dao. He couldn’t average his gaze from this heavenly dao.

“Is this the dao avatar of Grand Saint Nuwa?” He immediately sat down to meditate, not wanting to lose sight of this image that could disappear at any moment.

He carved the faint figure into his mind, wanting to understand the essence of this dao.

“Boom!” The figure disappeared to his disappointment.

He had only managed to remember the dao outline, nothing more.

Suddenly, another image manifested into reality - a girl meditating on a colorful spirit stone. This seemed to last for countless years. The light of the spirit stone shrouded her face but she looked familiar to Saint Nuwa’s dao avatar.

After a split second, different variations of the stone’s movement occurred. He saw it flying up into space, sinking into the earth, or leaping into the ocean...

This image stirred him; even his blood started boiling.